Every Sunday morning (this is the day of the week we have allotted to cleaning) we get up and pull out all our cleaning supplies and accoutrements, and spend the morning cleaning our apartment. This is a weekly chore that I disdain. I just plain hate cleaning. This morning I started doing a little math in my head. How badly do I hate cleaning as apposed to how much I hate a messy apartment. I realized that I am on the fence on this issue. As much as I hate clutter and dirt, I equally despise the process of cleaning it up. It seems I have a reached a critical point in my life, but I have come to no resolve.